Get Yer Hands On (A Book On) Boobs

Q: What does a teenager hiding a Playboy* under his bed have in common with lil’ ole me?

A: We’ve both got boobs on the brain.

As I sit down to write today, I can come up with three (count ’em 3) posts I would like to do about BOOBS this week. I could combine them, but that would make for a size double-D post. And who has time for THAT? (Not me.) So, instead of this being a restful week, it may just be a breastful week.

Which is a great segue to my fellow writer and master of bOOb puns, Elisabeth Squires, aka The Boob Lady (TM). She’s doing her first book reading this Saturday, but I won’t be able to attend. A-boob-hoo-hoo-hoo. But maybe YOU can go. Here are the deets:

What intrigues me about The Boob Lady’s (TM) book is that it looks to be the perfect combo of useful information, fun stories (which she calls “mammoirs”), and her screamin’ wit. The latter of which means I might actually wade through all that factual information happily.

All this tangentially reminds me of the book my grade-school girlfriends and I used to sneak from my mom’s bookshelf: Our Bodies, Ourselves. It had some pretty mind-boggling illustrations. Though I appreciated the book even more as a teenager when looking up bladder infections. Ouch. Now, if you follow that link, you’ll see Our Bodies has been significantly updated for the 21st century. But back in the day, it evoked the 70s as effectively as, say, The Rules evokes the 50s today. (‘Course The Rules wasn’t written anywhere NEAR the 50s, which gives you my opinion of THAT.)

Ah, but I digress. The point of this post is simple: Like our Playboy-reading teenage boy, I just can’t wait to get my hands on bOObs!

Happily even after,janna
*Magazine, NOT bunny. Can you imagine how unCOMFortable that would be?
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